🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Many Men - 50 Cent

 Many man  death)
 50 Cent
 
 Lloyd Banks
  we gotta go get something to eat man
 I'm hungry as  motherfucker
 
 50 Cent
 Ay yo man,  what's taking homie so long son?
 
 Lloyd Banks
 50, calm down, here he 
 
 9 Shots
 
  and 50 Cent
 Ahh, ohh, what  fuck!?
 
 50 Cent
 Ahh! son,  up! pull up!
 
 Intro
 Many  wish death upon me
 Blood in my eye dawg  I can't see
 I'm trying  be what I'm destined to be
 And niggaz trying to  my life away
 I put a hole in  for fucking with me
 My back on the  now you gon' see
 Better watch how you talk, when you talk  me
  I'll come and take your life away
 
 Many men, many, many, many, many 
 Wish  'pon me
 Lord I don't  no more
 Don't look to  sky no more
 Have mercy on 
 
 Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my 
 Go on and get your refund motherfucker,  ain't dead
 I'm the diamond in the dirt, that  been found
 I'm the underground king and  ain't been crowned
 When I rhyme, something special happen  time
 I'm the  something like Ali in his prime
 I walk the block with  bundles
 I've been knocked on the 
 Swing  ox when I rumble
  your ass what my gun do
 Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose  head
 Turn your back on me, get clapped  lose your legs
 I walk around gun on waist, chip on  shoulder
 Till I bust a clip  your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
 
 Chorus:
 Many men, many,  many, many men
 Wish death  me
  I don't cry no more
 Don't look  the sky no more
  mercy on me
 Have mercy  my soul
 Somewhere  heart turned cold
 Have mercy  many men
 Many,  many, many men
 Wish death  me
 
 Some days wouldn't  special, if it wasn't for rain
 Joy wouldn't feel so good, if  wasn't for pain
 Death gotta be easy, 'cause  is hard
 It'll leave you physically, mentally, and  scarred
 This if for my  on the block, twisting trees and cigars
 For the niggaz on lock,  life behind bars
 I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I  things clear
 Quick these crackers will give my  ass a hundred years
 I'm like Paulie in  you can call me the Don
 Like Malcolm by any  with my gun in my palm
 Slim switched sides on  let niggaz ride on me
 I thought we was cool,  you want me to die homie?
 
 Chorus
 
 Every night I  to god, but he don't say nothing back
 I  he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
 In my nightmares, niggaz  pulling techs on me
 Psych says some bitch dumb, put  hex on me
 The feds didn't know much, when Pac got 
 I got a kite from the pens that  me, Tuck got knocked
 I ain't gonna  it out for you motherfuckers all the time
 Are  illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines
 In the bible  says, what goes around, comes around
 Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot 
 Now it's clear that  here, for a real reason
 'Cause he got hit like  got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing
 
 Chorus